Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

her, for now, on this, he would. "Of course, they love you, Tansy. How could they not?" He trailed kisses from her temple to the corner of her mouth, until he felt the tension ease from her body and she grew soft and pliant against him.

    "Your clothes should be rea
    dressed before our com
    dy." His voice was gruff. "Get
    pany
    comes." There was no choice. It was black-and-white. Her parents were either betraying their daughter, in which case they were both fucked, or something else he didn't know about was going on and they were going to tell him.

    Tansy found her clothes folded neatly on top of the dryer. She pulled on underwear and jeans and a thin tank before wandering back into the dining room to study the game pieces. She considered going into the war room, but she didn't want the victims'
    impressions to override the killers'. She needed to know the killers, to figure them out so she could get one step ahead of them and stop them. And there was something that bothered her…

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    "What?"

    She nearly jumped out of her skin, twisting around to find Kadan behind her. She let out her breath. "Don't sneak up on me like that. Especially not when I'm trying to pick up impressions. You scared me."

    He took her wrist, his finger sliding over her frantic pulse. "I'm sorry, baby, I can't h l e p
    the way I walk, but you're not supposed to be doing this anymore. I thought we a greed."

    She rolled her eyes but didn't pull her hand away. He was stroking her inner wrist, his touch both soothing and sexy at the same time. "Is that what you call it? I think it was more a decree at the time, but of course, you couldn't have been serious."

    "I rarely am anything but serious."

    That was probably true. Tansy gave an exaggerated sigh. "I came here to give you information on the killings."

    He tugged her hand to his mouth, his eyes watching hers. "Your mission has changed."

    She took back her hand. "My mission is the same. You can't find them all by yourself and you know it." Her frown came back as her gaze flicked to the ivory figurines. They were beautiful, yet each represented a killer. "There's something important here, really important, that I'm missing. I have to figure it out, Kadan, because without it…" She trailed off, looking more distressed than ever.

    Kadan touched her mind, trying to make sense of her jumbled thoughts. Her mind was racing, analyzing and discarding data, chooses pieces to put together and then breaking them apart again. Tansy had a high-speed, complex computer for a brain when it came to murder. It was no wonder the police departments who had used her had written such confusing reports. She got the job done, but it was impossible to follow her train of thought, her jumps from one conclusion to the next, or even her uncanny ability to ferret out and identify the threads of the case that really mattered.

    Her mind wouldn't let go once it started. That revelation sent a wave of apprehension through him. She wasn't going to let go of it, not because she was being stubborn, but because she couldn t. It d
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    idn't matter how much he ordered her, or even if he took her away from the evidence; she couldn't back off now until the killers were caught. That had never been mentioned in the reports on her he'd studied. Not that he would have done anything different even if he'd had the information. He hadn't met her, hadn't known what she would become to him in such a short time. In some ways, Tansy was a lot like him.
    Once started on a mission, he found it nearly impossible to back off. Her mind was programmed the same way.

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    breathing for both of them as he rested his chin on top of her head.

    "I'm sorry I got you into this, babe." His ha s
    nds slid up and down her arm in a soothing
    motion, but he was soothing himself, not her, and he knew it. Damn, emotions were difficult to deal with.

    She waved away his apology. "Let's just go a fter another one right now. Maybe I can
    figure out what's bothering me. There are two different…"

    Again she trailed off and he got